All Chapters of STUCK WITH MY DAD’S BESTFRIEND:Revenge On My Cheating Husban: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CAN I BE YOUR DINNER TONIGHT? DAREIN'S POV This stubborn little girl was testing my patience. She was becoming a problem I couldn't handle. How could she be this stubborn and strong-headed? I was loving it... But it was getting too much. "Now go wear the dress and come to my room. Don't keep me waiting." My voice came out cold and serious. Something flashed in her eyes. Surprise, maybe. Then, I swear, her eyes turned red, like she was about to cry. Was it because of the food she hadn't gotten to taste yet? I'd caught her staring at it earlier like her life depended on it. I quietly noted that down in the back of my mind. One of her weaknesses. If she wanted to be stubborn with me, then I had to teach her the importance of obedience. I was about to leave when I heard her mumbling something and tossing the packaged box onto the dining seat. "Take that into your room. It's for you," I yelled. She flinched slightly and reached for the box, but Miss Vivian interrupted. "

I shot to my feet on instinct, my heart hammering against my chest. “Who the hell are you?” My voice came out fast as I backed away, gripping the cutlery so tightly my fingers hurt. Then the lights in the dining room shifted—brighter. And that’s when I saw him properly. His body first. All black on black, leaning casually against the wall at the entrance of the dining room. My breath caught. The room suddenly felt smaller… harder to breathe in. I couldn’t even find words. Then he adjusted the light again. And I saw his face. Damn. He was dangerously, unfairly attractive. Leaning there like he owned the space, like nothing in the world could touch him. “Hey,” he said, stepping forward slowly, hands loosely crossed. The smile on his face—and the calm in his dark green eyes—felt wrong. Too calm. Too sure. I don’t even know this man. “Who are you?” My voice came out hoarse. How did someone like this even get in here? The mansion was huge. If I screamed, I wasn’t even sure

VIONNE'S POV Wait a second. Did I hear her right? Little girl, me? Little? I glared back at her too. Cold. Furious. She let out a sharp laugh and said, “Come to think of it, I love that you didn't knock. Tell me, girl, you loved what you saw, right?” Her voice dripped with mockery. I knew where she was going with this, so I was quick to fire back. “If anything, woman, I feel disgusted. Eisssssh.” I dragged the word out just to make sure it stung. Yes. She went low. I went lower. And I swear, I hated this lady. I'd never despised someone this fast before. Just a few hours after meeting her, the mere sight of her made something inside me go feral. She laughed out loud at what I said. “Tell me this isn't what you want. I mean, isn't that why that crazy stuff is on your face?” She paused, then leaned closer and whispered so Darein couldn't hear. “You want him to fuck you so hard, right?” She pulled away and laughed again like her life depended on it. At that point, my mouth

VIONNE’S POV He leaned in. Like, literally leaned in to check my breath. My heart jumped. He grabbed my face, holding it firmly in place with his strong hands, then used his nose to smell my breath. It felt like forever. Our breathing mingled. His breath was fresh, almost too calm for a situation like this. God. I was literally trembling. My half-closed eyes drifted to his lips again. I almost leaned in and— No. Focus. He sniffed again, still holding my face. “Whoa. Smells nice. Like red wine,” he said. I exhaled in relief. “I mean…” he added slowly, “…it smells like noodle soup, chicken, and red wine. What a nice combo.” My relief died instantly. He let go of my face and straightened. “And you had the guts to lie to me,” he said coldly. I just stood there, mouth still slightly open. Speechless. My brain couldn’t process it. He really just checked my breath. And somehow, I thought I could escape this. I was in shock. Was this the man I was going to live with? “I

Her breathing changed. Still, she obeyed. No arguments. No questions. Maybe she hadn’t fully understood yet. Why is she so calm? I stared at our reflection in the mirror. I drew in a slow breath, pretending her well-sculpted body and those lush, curvy hips just inches from my cock weren’t testing every ounce of my control. “Do you like what you see?” I asked, watching her in the mirror. Her body tensed. Curiosity flickered across her face, followed by wariness—like she was trying to figure out the rules of whatever game I was playing. After a beat, she swallowed and gave a small nod. “Use your words,” I demanded. “Y-yes, Daddy,” she stuttered, eyes lowering. “Good. Keep your eyes on the mirror. Watch yourself while I spank this stubborn ass.” My voice dropped to a whisper as I ran my fingers through her hair. “Yes, Daddy.” Her lips quivered. “Good girl.” Smack. The sound cracked through the room. I watched her reaction in the mirror—her scream tearing out sharp and raw. “